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About Me

The first pearls of wisdom I’ll offer to my readers: Don’t wish your life away.

Everyone does it. I wish I was old enough to drive, to drink, to vote, to have a credit card… I went through every one of these wishes, but the astonishing thing to me was this: all of those wishes I made were in the last century. That’s right, the twentieth century. So trust me… you’ll be old soon enough, and when you get there I hope you’re not still wishing away.

But hey, I can’t argue that being old beats being dead.

I remember hearing the janitor at my elementary school when a teacher would ask him how he was doing. “I’m on the right side of the grass today,” he’d say. People joke about age and death because that’s all you can do. There ain’t no changing the process … God still controls some things.

Once I start something I become consumed with it. Start building a deck and I won’t stop until it’s done, no matter how many mistakes I have to backup and correct. Start on a chocolate cake and I can’t stop until its all gone. Started smoking and I won’t stop until I have open heart surgery (I’ve already had 2). Yep, that’s me … pedal to the metal.


My name is Jim and I’m kinda north of 50 years old.  Just like Antarctica is kinda north of Mexico. It took me 3 times to get marriage right, but I hit the jackpot with my beautiful wife Deb. Between us we have 5 kids (who do an excellent job of driving us crazy) and 5 grand-kids.

I Never Was a Doomsday Believer

My oldest son has always been a prepper or survivalist or whatever the term for someone who prepares as if the end of the world is coming. I never scoffed at him, but there were times all I could do was shake my head and wonder where I went wrong.

I’m not saying the end isn’t coming, I just couldn’t see any sense worrying about it… And especially wasting time and money preparing for it.

Why so skeptical? Like I said … I’ve seen and experienced a lot in my life. They say when a life changing event happens you will remember exactly what you were doing and where you when it happened. I totally believe believe that.

I was barely old enough to remember reports about the Korean war and an armistice being signed. I had no idea what that was at the time, but everyone seemed happy about it, so I assumed it was a good thing. I remember grandpa saying, “glad that war is put to bed.”

I was in Lusher elementary school the day President Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas. I distinctly remember the blackness that fell over the halls and classrooms. I remember my teacher was crying, so we kids cried too. The screech of the intercom when the announcement was made by the principal still echoes in my head.

I was military ripe age when Vietnam went into full blown warfare. It was classified a police action, felt more like the end of the world to me. It’s extremely difficult to explain the feeling of being hit with the concussion wave of an explosive devise and the body parts returning to their original positioning. In fact, it’s just impossible. Then you had the cliches, “don’t worry about hearing bullets zinging over head; you won’t hear the one that gets you.” Not exactly comforting.

I watched the clashes between police and anti-war protesters: Kent State was a travesty. I saw Nixon’s downfall and thought how stupid he had been. Martin Luther King’s assassination was a blow to anyone of any sense. It seemed a peaceful solution died when he did. I watched Watts burn on TV.

I was at home recovering from open heart surgery when the attack on the Twin Towers and the Pentagon happened. I realized how the people who were listening to Orson Wells’ broadcast of the War of the Worlds must have felt. It was so surreal watching reports on television as events unfolded.  Is this real?  I kept asking myself over and over. Could something this horrendous actually be happening? I distinctly remember standing in the hallway watching the TV in the living room, seemingly frozen in place.

Then came the Iran hostage situation. I knew one of the Marines captured: Rocky was from Washington, Mo.

So What Changed?

We have had great Presidents, some not so great, and some just plain bad. But we have never had a president with such callous disregard for America. The State Department’s budget is being gutted leaving a shell of an agency: a structured breakdown of peaceful resolution.

The EPA, those people that keep smog from hiding cities from view, stops rivers from bursting into flames and keep our children safe from cancer causing toxins, is also being gutted and regulations that have stood through Democratic and Republican administrations are being eliminated. National Parks and protected areas are being reduced by millions and millions of acres, sold off to mining and oil drilling companies.

The hoopla you hear on the daily news is nothing but a well-designed distraction from what is actually happening behind the scenes. America is so embroiled in its bitter hatred of one another, something Trump is amazing at exploiting, nobody sees or cares about the destruction going on around us.

This is not the America I fought for, nor want my grandchildren to grow up in.

That’s why I am feverishly working on this survival blog. I want people to have the opportunity to prepare for the upcoming crisis. I want to educate and make things available for people, who through no fault of their own, will be plunged into despair.

I’m not the bearded robed guy on the street corner predicting the end of the world and demanding you repent. What I am is an old man who has seen a lot in his lifetime and have never been afraid of anything. But I am quite fearful for our future and as long as God allows me to … I’ll bring all the information and products I can to help you protect your families.